Game

LET US PLAY TO WIN

After all -

There is 
so much to enjoy,
so much to learn,
so much to grow,
so much to rise to,

so much to say,
so much to hear,
so much to

    fall in love with,

so much to fight
        for and with!



~ SD

Red

Red- his favorite color.
I don't remember how, over the time, it has become my favorite color as well. There was a time, not too long ago, when all I had were Blacks/Whites/Grays or their combination shades in my closet. Now, whenever I shop in the mall or online, Red is the one color I look for and instantly approve.
The other day I was looking at my wardrobe and I saw some 4-5 clothes in the same shade of Red. Given that I am someone who only keeps around 8-9 clothes at a time for regular/seasonal wear, it was quite a share.

And not just clothes, general stuff around my house (kitchen utensils included), the decor etc is like a theme- of him. It conveyed something so strongly.
I realized how I am trying to compensate his absence by keeping him with myself all the time in my mind/heart where I am subconsciously doing smallest/subtle things the way he would have liked- choosing colors he would have picked.


Love shows up in so many ways and Longing - even more.

King

it was a dark night
  the king had returned from the battle
  enemies nor the friends would ever know;
  but
  the king was tired.
  it was a dark night

  His head was high
  His eyes were open
  feet firm on the ground
  and dreams intact
  standing alone in his camp
  till his last breathe
  he couldn't be otherwise;
  nobody knew he would fall any time
  dead, that is.

  the king was tired
  it was a dark night.

  then on the horizon
  just before the midnight
  a lovely star shone
  she was looking for the king
  since he was gone

  she smelled no fragrance
  but of her self
  she knew no stories
  but of her love.

  his eyes open but seeing nothing
  king didn't know
  she came running;

  and hugged him .

  who never knew of support
  would never ask for it
  would fall only if dead
  eyes still open.
  his honour in that dark cold night
  was held high.

  not by the kingdoms he built
  not by the glory he had
  not by the army he captained
  nor by the god he thought he was .

  but ,
  by a hug from his little love
  when he just needed support
  but would never hear of it.

  -SD